Where it happened: Her Place
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I was 19, and had been terminally horny for several years. My suburban community operated pretty much on the, “you can look but you can’t touch” principle. At least as far as me and my friends were concerned. If the power behind blue balls could have been harnessed in those years, we could have shut down the electricity generating stations.
So, there I was, thinking of little else except sex … hell, even touching a girl was all but impossible … and I was working in a camera store on the main drag downtown. All the other salesmen were sleazeballs, running crooked little scams of various kinds, but they all seemed to have the main line on high-volume sexual access with the various stripers, harlots, Bad Girls and sluts who made up their little world.
One morning, as I was audibly groaning in frustration, one of my fellow salesmen came in grinning from ear to ear – he’d just had a wild night of sexual exertion with a new popsie who’d done everything he’d wanted, including a ride on the Hershey Highway. I was treading down that ol’ familiar path of sexual agony, when he volunteered, “Hey, guy, she’ll do anyone. How about I set you up?”
Now, horny as I was, this really wasn’t what I’d anticipated. But, as it is written, “a stiff dick has no conscience” and I greedily agreed to the meet. Now, many years later, the exact details are a bit hazy, but she came by the store, gave the other guys a big grin (now, in retrospect, I realize she must have been dropping her dainties for everyone on the sales floor) and, well, picked me up. Back we went to her apartment in the sticks, where it turned out that she was a live-in nanny. Yikes! However, there was no sign of life from the rest of the household, so off we went.
I must have been struck dumb in shock that I was actually going to get some, so she took the lead, administering a very nice blowjob, then climbing onto my engorged prick and riding away. We whaled away for about two hours through several orgasms (ah! to have that kind of staying power today!) and she seemed to be satisfied. As for me, I was amazed. She was horny, friendly, kind, eager and, well, no intellectual – but we weren’t in school. I really had no complaints. My prevailing emotion was one of amazement, more than anything else.
I ended up staying the night, but not sleeping very much, thanks to her cat, which reacted to the presence of a stranger by deciding to take swipes at my face with its bared claws every 15 minutes or so. In the morning, I was a zombie, but I stumbled home all smiles.
Sad to say, I never saw her again. I can’t even recall her name accurately. Nicole? Maybe. I guess I was the last of her camera store conquests. A bit later, I finally convinced my then-girlfriend (and now wife of 20 years) to start playing hide the salami. After many years of only so-so sex, we’ve really improved at it and I’m a very happy camper these days.
Amor vincit omnia, I guess. But what a start!
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